Chapter 1
The country air was sweet and clear, and the brilliant sunshine warmed my bare head as the carriage swept along the flat, sandy lane and came out on the tiny knoll from where we could see my aunt's house on the bill. It was so long ago, and as I look back on that day when, as a happy and carefree twelve-year-old, I arrived at Chesterton Manor to begin what I had thought was to be a summer vacation. I shudder at my own naivete, and marvel at the vast number of things that have happened to me since.
How many times have I said to myself, "I wish I had known then what I know today!" How much more of a pleasure it would have been if I had been prepared for the onslaught of desire from my fourteen-year-old cousin, Althea. Not only did I arrive at Chesterton Manor with the full innocence of childhood and live the experiences there through a kind of numb sense of shock, but I received an indoctrination into what was to me a totally new world-and what was to become a virtual way of life.
I am certain that other men have had similar experiences, but I find it difficult to believe that very many others have had their destinies so shaped and formed and prescribed for them as have I from that first blowing shock of life from my wicked and delightful cousin. Far from feeling guilty for my way of life, I count it a blessing and have many times thanked my mother and father for getting a divorce at that particular time and for packing me off to Chesterton, in the southern part of England. But for their marital troubles and my necessary and forced exposure to Althea, I might have lived a fairly ordinary life, never knowing the delights I have known and learned to love.
The first impression I received of Althea was when the train had arrived at Windham Station and had been met in the carriage by my aunt.
"Where's cousin Althea?" I had asked innocently.
Her face darkened, and she frowned.
"Althea was naughty," she said. "I made her stay home to pay penance."
I had no idea what Althea had done, and since Aunt Lois apparently did not wish to discuss the matter further, I forgot the incident and climbed into the carriage.
The two white horses trotted across the lush countryside, stirring up plumes of yellow dust as the carriage jogged along and we approached the great white mansion.
At the house, Aunt Lois took me directly to my room, passing by the closed drawing room where I imagined Althea would be, moping, possibly pouting, as a result of her punishment. She left me while I unpacked my two large wicker suitcases, leaving the door ajar. Within minutes, I heard voices and so put my ear to the crack in the door.
"Are you certain you have been in the house all the time I was gone?" I heard Aunt Lois say.
"Yes, Mother," Althea said. "And I haven't ... I haven't done ... that any more either."
"I should hope not!" Aunt Lois said with a snort of indignation. "Pull up your panties, child. I've decided not to spank you this time. If it happens again, I think I shall get a bundle of switches from the orchard and light into you, though."
"Yes, ma'am"
When my aunt returned to my room, I busied myself with stuffing my things into drawers. She inspected the clothing my mother had sent with me and shook her head.
"I'm afraid it will be far to hot for those heavy cotton underpants," she said. I flushed red from the mention of my unmentionables. "We'll have to get you some cooler ones from the village. Meanwhile, take off your trousers and undershorts."
She left the room, and I hesitated in following out her orders. After she had gone, though, I slid the trousers down and was stepping from my heavy drawers, when she returned with a brief piece of pink silk in her hands. I drew up my undershorts quickly.
"Take them off, Louis," she said, smiling at my obvious embarrassment. "You shall wear a pair of Althea's panties until we can get some cool drawers for you. They don't have a fly, so you'll have to pull them down when you tinkle. But at least you shall be far cooler."
I was a brilliant red by the time she finished talking and pressed the slippery garment into my hand. I stared at the pink panties and averted my eyes from my aunt's. She laughed.
"I don't mean to embarrass you, Louis," she said, pressing my hand. "I forget that you aren't an infant any more. Neither is Althea, I suppose. But neither of you are grown up, and you shouldn't be embarrassed by your auntie seeing you in the nude or discussing panties and underpants and such. Take off your shorts, now, and put these on. Hurry and come downstairs-tea is waiting."
When she left, I kept staring at the silk panties. Then, fearful that I would hold up tea too long (and knowing that afternoon tea in the English countryside is something nobody delays), I slid out of my shorts and drew on the slippery panties. The silk was so smooth and cool and soft that the material, plus the realization that they were a girl's panties, caused my tool to begin to erect. It took very little for the silly thing to leap into a strange rigidness, but I had never yet been able to completely satisfy the wonderful feelings that always accompanied an erection. I had tried many times, though.
Thankfully, my trousers covered the bulge in my crotch, and the panties held my erect animal close to my stomach, where it could not be observed.
As I went down the wide, graceful staircase to the large parlor, the scene in the big room stopped me in my tracks. There, standing in the center of the room with her back to me, was Althea. Off to one side of her was Aunt Lois. She was fitting a dress to my cousin and was kneeling with an array of pins held between her pressed lips. What caused me to stop and gasp, though, was the position of the dress on Althea-it was pulled up in back, and her buttocks, shining and full under her white panties, were in full exposure.
I stood for a long time near the foot of the staircase, staring at my cousin's full and shapely buttocks, feeling my penis throb once again to full erection. Although I had caught occasional glimpses of girls' buttocks, especially on windy days, this was my first sustained look at them, and I was positively enthralled. The tight panties seemed to be sucked right up into the cleavage of her buttocks, and it was almost like seeing her naked.
My pleasure turned to panic when my aunt saw me and turned.
"What's wrong, Louis? Haven't you ever seen a girl in her panties before?"
Althea turned quickly and smiled brightly at me. I couldn't lie in front of her-besides, for some strange reason, I wanted her to think I was older than I really was.
"Of course, but..."
"But what?"
"I was just surprised at how big Althea is. I mean..."
"Such cheek," Aunt Lois said good-humoredly. "Aren't you going to kiss your cousin hello, Althea?"
Althea broke away from the pins and trappings of the fitted dress and came running toward me in her panties and brassiere. I was shocked at the size of her bosom. The last time I had seen her, she had been as flat-chested as I. She bounced into my arms and planted a wet kiss directly on my lips. Her firm breasts pressed into me, and I knew that my rigid tool was exerting a similar pressure into her groin. After the kiss, she leaned back and looked at me with a strange expression. She pushed harder with her bottom and rubbed almost imperceptibly against the hardness of my pecker. The feeling was not new to me, but it was more intense than it had ever been-even more intense than the time I had stood on a table in the hallway and looked over the transom at my mother and father making love in the bedroom.
Then, it had been mere vicarious sexual pleasure; now, with Althea pressed against my hard cork, I felt yearnings that I had never known existed. And I had never been kissed that way before. There had been something disturbing as well as pleasant about the way she had pressed her wet lips against mine and fleetingly stabbed her tongue into my mouth. As Althea let go of me and backed away, she dropped her hand and, either by design or by accident, brushed it against my crotch. I jerked noticeably and turned red again.
"How are you, Louis Appleby?" she said with a wink and another swipe at my throbbing tool. "I'm sorry about poor Uncle Jackson and Auntie May, but I'm glad you'll be staying with us for the summer."
"Thank you. So am I."
"Come on back here, Althea," Aunt Lois said through her mouthful of pins. "Even though Louis is just a boy, you are half naked, you know, and one of the servants might walk in. Let's get you back into your own clothes and have tea."
We adjourned to the dining room for tea, and Althea, when she was properly dressed, came in and plopped directly down in the chair beside me. She deliberately moved the chair close and pressed her thigh against mine. I had not yet lost my erection-I think the smooth silk of the panties helped keep him aroused-and the touch of her flesh against me caused the poor devil to stiffen into a condition that was almost painful. Her stockinged feet probed mine, and one foot began to slide up and down my leg, caressing it. Aunt Lois was talking about the things we would do during the long summer ahead, but the sensations caused by Althea's feet on my legs kept me from hearing what she was saying. Finally, the talk turned to the dress she had been fitting on my cousin.
"It just doesn't hang right," Althea said. "I don't like a dress that doesn't hang right."
"I know," Aunt Lois agreed. "We'll have to get you a different style of brassiere. I think it shall be perfect then."
Althea flashed a superbly evil grin at me when Aunt Lois mentioned the word "brassiere." She seemed to take great delight in keeping me in a high state of excitement.
"My bubbies are getting so large," Althea said, faking a pout, "that nothing hangs right on me. I don't think another brassiere will do the job."
"Of course it will," Aunt Lois said. "I have the same trouble, you know. You're still wearing those little-girl brassieres, my dear. For a dress like this, you'll need one of the strapless kind. It will do the job."
"Then my bubbies will show at the top," Althea said, looking sidelong at me. "And all the men will stare at me."
Aunt Lois laughed. When she laughed, her entire body shook and her great breasts jiggled. I had never thought of her sexually, but in my aroused state, the sight of her jiggling breasts served to increase the pitch of my excitement.
"They might look at you, dear," Aunt Lois said, "but I am certain it will be only to admire your youthful beauty. Don't worry about it and don't take it in the wrong way."
I sipped my hot tea and munched absently at the crumpet as Althea's foot keep rubbing my leg. I wished they would stop talking about titties and brassieres and men looking at Althea. I had never been so aroused, and I had no idea what might happen if they did not change the subject. But the situation was not to ease up-it was to heighten.
As Althea and Aunt Lois continued their discussion of a proper brassiere-even to detailed descriptions of one recently purchased by my aunt from Madame Bouvoir in the village-I noticed that Althea had dropped her hand to the chair between us. She looked straight at her mother as she talked and listened, but the hand crept across my thigh and came to rest on the hard, rigid length of my aching stanchion.
"I don't know if I made the right choice or not," my aunt was saying. "Madame Bouvoir talked me into getting the thing. I haven't tried it, but I am wondering if it will provide the proper uplift and support. To support her argument, the good ma-dame even took off her blouse to show me that she was wearing an identical brassiere to the one she wanted me to buy. Of course, her breasts aren't half as big as mine, so I don't know what she proved. She proved one thing-I bought the brassiere and I'm dying to try it on."
"Why don't you, Mother?" Althea said. "Why don't we all go up to the bedroom and you can try it on. You have such lovely bubbies, Mother, that it would be a shame to wear anything but a proper brassiere, one that will show them off to greatest possible advantage."
"Not now," Aunt Lois said. "It wouldn't be proper to run off and leave poor Louis. After all, he is company-at least for the first few days."
Although my face was beet red, I tried my best to pretend that I was completely deaf-that I was not paying the slightest attention to all their talk about tits.
Suddenly, Althea turned to me.
"Mother tells me you're wearing a pair of my best panties. How do they feel on you?"
I choked on the dry cookie and felt the terrible pressure of her hand as she deliberately squeezed my tool through my trousers. I wanted to look down, to enjoy the sight of her slim, pink hand on my organ, but I didn't dare. I stared straight off into space.
"All right," I croaked.
Aunt Lois laughed.
"You should have seen him when I brought the panties in to him," she said. "He had just taken down his drawers, and his little wee-wee was showing. I never saw a boy pull up his undershorts so fast in my life."
Althea roared with laughter.
"You mean Mother actually saw you in the nude?"
I nodded and took a deep draught of tea. It burned my insides, but it kept me from looking at Althea. By now her hand was stroking my penis under the trousers and I felt a strange gurgling deep in my groin.
"No more teasing," Aunt Lois said finally. "And no more girl talk about brassieres. I guess our Louis isn't a tiny child any more, and I believe we're embarrassing him. Are we embarrassing you, Louis?"
If she only knew my problem! If she only knew that the talk was but a tiny part of my discomfiture! If she only knew that her darling daughter was at this moment stroking a rock-hard pecker in her very presence. Wow!
"You take young Louis on a turn around the grounds, Althea," she finally said. "It has been years since he was at Chesterton Manor, and there have been many changes. Show him the swimming pool and the new stable and-well, you know what we've added since he was here three years ago."
"I thought perhaps we would go to the spare room and play a game or two," Althea said. "I imagine Louis is tired after his long journey from London. All right if we just relax this afternoon and show him the grounds tomorrow?"
Aunt Lois smiled. "Of course, dear," she said. "Now, I want you two to do everything possible to get on well together. No squabbling and no fighting. All right?"
"All right, Mother."
Althea took my hand and led me quickly from the great dining room. She fairly ran with me up the wide staircase, even though it was quite difficult for me even to walk. She kept pushing against me as we went up the stairs, pretending to play like a child, but each time she came near, her hand clutched at my crotch and she deliberately pressed her ample young breasts into my shoulder and back.
"I like to play hospital," she announced when we were in the spare room. Actually, it was a bedroom where a great number of games were stored. The floor was littered with various game parts, and I had hoped we might indulge ourselves in Chinese checkers.
"How do you play hospital?" I asked. I knew I should have insisted on the checkers.
She pushed me down on the bed and pulled a large box from under it. She opened the box and took out several wooden strips and large rolls of white gauze.
"You are the patient," she said, smiling a strange and almost evil smile at me. "You have broken both your legs and both your arms in a carriage accident, and you must be put up in splints at once to avoid having gangrene set in. Lie still now."
She laboriously trussed me up in four splints, leaving me quite helpless on the bed. With extra gauze, she wrapped my head and tied one end of the gauze to the bedstead. She did the same to my feet, and I began to feel quite uneasy about the entire situation.
"All right," I said. "Now, unwrap this silly mess and you can be the patient."
She bent low over my face and stared into my eyes. Her lips pursed into a kissing pose, and she kept staring at me. "If I were to be the patient, would you promise not to take advantage of me?"
"What-what do you mean?"
"Well," she said, brushing her lips lightly against mine, "if you were to tie me up like this, I should be quite helpless, you know. If you wanted, you could take off my dress and look at my naked, helpless body. You might even decide to fondle my breasts or to place your hand over me-over my..."
"Your what?" I asked foolishly.
"My pussy!"
I had already erected, but the magic of that word, spoken so plainly and so emphatically on her red, sweet lips, caused my tool to jerk violently under my trousers and in the slippery confines of the silk panties.
"As it is," she continued, "you are tied up, and you are quite helpless. If I wanted to, I could do anything I wanted to you. And you know what, cousin Louis, I have been wondering for some time just what you have under your trousers. Something very long and very hard. What on earth could it be?"
I felt sweat pour out of my forehead and my underarms. I knew what was coming, but I didn't think she would really have the nerve. No girl had ever seen me before, and as much as I wanted it, I was frightened at the prospect of my cousin's proceeding with her proposal.
"Don't you cause a fuss now," she said. "I must see what that strange object is, Louis. You just lie quietly, like a good patient. After all, a boy with two broken arms and two broken legs must be washed from time to time. Since you have been in this bed for a whole week without a bath, it is time nurse gave you one, wouldn't you say?"
"We're only pretending," I said.
"Then, I'll only pretend to give you a bath," she said.
Her eyes glistened like diamonds as she unbuttoned my fly. When she saw the pink panties, she swore under her breath. There was no fly in the panties. But Althea was breathing very hard now, and her face revealed a strong desire to continue what she had started. She unbuckled my belt and slid my trousers down over my hips.
"What a beautiful sight," she breathed.
I looked down. My erect penis, trapped under the thin silk, had stretched the material so tight that it was virtually transparent. She studied the rigid object from several angles and touched a finger to the moist spot at the tip.
"You have been quite active," she said. "Have you been playing with it?"
My throat was so tight that I could not speak. I shook my head.
"Someone has," Althea said, "or else it wouldn't be moist there. Do you know who might have been playing with it or stroking it."
"Yes," I croaked. "You."
"Naughty boy," she said, pretending to slap my face.
Suddenly, she could restrain herself no longer. She grabbed the band of the pink panties and, with some difficulty, stretched it over my enlarged post and pulled the panties down to my thighs. Then, with the professional motions of a trained nurse, she proceeded to "lather" my penis and balls. She worked her hands back and forth over my entire genital region, pretending to wash me. Suddenly, she stopped "washing" and held my tool upright with her right hand. She clutched it tightly and held it quite still for a long time. Slowly, her hand began to move up and down, and she watched the throbbing animal as she did so. Her eyes fairly glistened with the fascination she had for my penis. Her hand moved faster now and her eyes widened and her breasts heaved rapidly from her heavy breathing.
My god, I thought, she's actually frigging me. She's going to make me come. I had heard a great deal about sexual climax from some of the boys at school, but I had never yet achieved such a miracle, no matter how excited I had made myself and no matter how diligently I had frigged the little devil.
But now I felt the juices boiling inside me and felt the sharp electric pings in my groin. So this was sexual climax. So this was what it was like to approach a come. Her hand worked faster and faster, and she moved closer so that her great young breasts touched my naked thigh.
"Althea!"
Good Lord, it was Aunt Lois. She sounded so close. I had a horrible vision of her coming through the door. The worst part of it was that Althea did not seem to hear her mother calling. In fact, she increased her tempo on my rampant, ready-to-explode cork! "Althea!"
My cousin leaped to her feet and ran to the door. "Coming, Mother," she called. She looked back at me. "Don't go away," she said.
Before I could protest her leaving me in such an exposed condition, she slammed the door behind her and I heard her footsteps bounding on the stairs. I wrestled with the bindings, and after a couple of agonizing moments in which I expected my aunt to walk into the room, I managed to snake the splint and gauze from my right arm. I untied the others and threw the splints and bandages to the floor. I sat, up in the bed and contemplated my still erect, still rampant pecker.
God damn!
I grabbed the animal in my right hand, and before I realized what I was doing, I was frigging it like someone possessed by demons. My excitement grew to a tremendous peak and even approached the massive feeling of excitement that I had just experienced with Althea's hand on me. The experience was so completely new and so completely unexpected that I knew, deep inside, that this was it. Finally, after so many times trying, I was going to shoot off, as they say.
When it came, I nearly panicked. I felt the surging, boiling, agonizing pressure in my balls and shuddered to the sudden pain in the hollow of my cock as the spunk fairly roared up from the depths of my body. With a triumphant joy, I watched the pearly liquid arc high into the air and splatter on the polished wooden floor. In a moment of joy, my time of exultance, I very nearly failed to hear the sharp footsteps on the stairs. When I heard them, I knew instantly that Aunt Lois was coming.
My performance during the next seven seconds was that of a magician. In one great movement, I whipped up my trousers and pink panties and also swiped the spunk from the floor with the ocean of gauze. I also managed to grab up a children's story book, and I lay back on the bed pretending to read it as she came into the room.
"Isn't that a little young for you?" she asked from the doorway.
I put the book down and looked at her in what I hoped would be interpreted as surprise.
"I guess so," I said, "but I like books such as this."
She came to the bed and sat beside me. She ruffled my blonde hair with her slender hand and smiled fondly at me.
"My dear little Louis Appleby," she said. 'In spite of the trouble at home, you still cling to your childhood, don't you? I don't blame you, darling. Stay a child as long as possible. If you can help it, never grow up."
She looked down at the mass of tangled gauze and shook her head in mock exasperation.
"That girl," she said, "loves to play hospital."
She reached for the gauze, and my heart did a double somersault-backward.
"Never mind, Aunt Lois," I said. "I'll roll it all up as good as new."
"Thank you, Louis," she said. "And when you're done, would you mind joining Althea in the garden? I have her weeding my favorite flowerbed, and your help will be most welcome."
"Yes, ma'am."
Throughout the afternoon, I was certain that Aunt Lois must have known that something was going on-at least, I felt guilty about it-but she dispelled all doubt at the dinner table with the following announcement.
"Louis, I know you like for us to think of you as a grown-up young man, and I do hope you won't be offended at my request, but we do have a problem.
The workmen are coming tomorrow to paint some of the bedrooms, including Althea's, and I would like you to share your room with her tonight. Is that all right with you? The other rooms have already been cleared out, although I suppose we could make other arrangements."
The request came like a thunderbolt, and I had to admit to myself that I had mixed emotions about it. I yearned for the feeling I had experienced while playing hospital with Althea, but frankly, I was scared to death of my promiscuous and almost insane cousin.
"I don't mind if Althea doesn't."
"You'd better not be a kicker or a thrasher," Althea said. I looked at her and could not detect a single sign of her earlier wicked looks. She had the look of a child.
I tried to outwait Althea, but we were both shunted off to bed at 10 o'clock by Aunt Lois. Inside the room, Althea immediately changed character and looked at me with the same wicked expression she had used when she had me at her mercy. I sat on a small chair near the window, fully clothed, until she went to the bathroom. Then I quickly shucked off my clothes, plunged into my pajamas, and leaped between the covers in the bed. I turned my back to the wall and began a sort of slow, deep breathing in hopes she would think I was fast asleep.
Finally, the bathroom door opened, and I listened to her soft footsteps as she came into the room. I heard the slippery sound of garments being slid over skin and bit a comer of my pillow to ease the ache that was rising in my groin. After my wild and rollicking act in the game room, my dong had ached throughout the day, and it still ached. Yet it had erected mightily and seemed to take great delight in the sound of feminine garments being removed and folded over a chair. into her tiny, tight cunt. She held it there in a vise-like grip and began to move her buttocks around and around in a small circle. I thought she was going to tear off my equipment as she increased her tempo and made wider circles with her buttocks and pussy.
Althea then slid her hand down behind her buttocks and cupped my balls. I lay on my back and tried to imagine how anything could possibly feel so good. Instinctively, I started to thrust and withdraw in accompaniment with her movements. Suddenly, I was bucking faster and faster, unable to stop, unable to stem the thundering tide of a strange feeling that rushed through my veins.
Every thought left me except the awareness of my physical delights-and such thoughts and feelings as I had never dreamed were constant inside my heaving body. In a wicked movement, Althea fell to one side, and I instinctively clambered aboard her wriggling, heaving, gyrating body.
Gasping and grunting, we toiled lustily, our lips in constant contact, our tongues intermingling. Her hands clasped my buttocks and seemed to guide me in the hot track. My own hands were embedded in the soft flesh of her tits. And then the strange and beautiful feeling I had felt earlier when I had been aroused to the point of self-enjoyment came again to my loins, and I increased my speed. Once, I overestimated my size and came all the way out. Four hands scrambled madly in the darkness, and within a split second, the throbbing cock was churning once again in the wet, oozing love tunnel.
With each moment and each movement the feeling grew, until I knew that I would burst at any minute. Both our bodies were heaving uncontrollably as we each approached the end.
In a great burst of feverish activity and excitement, we both jerked violently, and I knew I was having my second orgasm.
"Fuck me, my sweet cousin," Althea moaned. "Oh, fuck me with that handsome prick that I love so much. Oh, sweet Louis Appleby, fuck me until the cows come home."
It wasn't-likely that I would, unless the cows were almost home and running fast. A tremendous wave of power swept over my frail body, and in a final burst of erratic jerking and frenzied fucking, I felt all my strength drain away, like water from a bottle. I fell back, exhausted, but Althea still panted like a wild woman.
"Don't stop! Don't stop fucking me, Louis!" she cried.
I was puzzled by her request. It was all over for me, and I rather imagined that it must be all over for her. But if she wanted to continue, I was able to do it from the rigidity of my peter-it was just that I didn't feel like going on. Nevertheless, I raised to position and began a quick flurry of plunges into her naked body. It took only a half dozen thrusts and her nails were clawing at my buttocks, her strong young legs squeezing the life from my ribs.
"Ah," she sighed at last, relaxing under me. "You were too quick, young man. Next time, wait for your cousin."
The next time came in an hour, when she crept across my sleeping body and, taking my limp pecker into her mouth, began to suck on me. Her lips and tongue fairly bathed my instrument into full erection, and even half-asleep, I crawled on top of her again and slid the naked beast into her sweet, wet cunny.
It was a night to remember. They say that a man never forgets his first piece, and, as evidenced by this account, it is true in my case. But it was more than a night to remember; it was the first of what was to become a long and delightful career.
The summer passed quickly-all too quickly-and it came time for Aunt Lois and Althea to accompany me in the carriage to the railway station for the long solitary ride back to the city. Althea had drained me virtually dry during my vacation. Except for the few days each month when she was incapacitated, we managed to sneak at least one good screwing into the schedule every night. We were nearly caught many times, and I was certain that Aunt Lois must have known what was going on.
However, on the platform at the station, she said something that indicated rather strongly that she suspected nothing.
"You're a wonderful and handsome boy, Louis," she said, running her slender fingers through my unruly hair. "I shall always think of you as a boy. Never grow up, my child. Stay the sweet, young, wide-eyed boy you are."
Althea, standing by, almost choked, and she forced herself to look away, down the tracks, so that she did not give away her own thoughts.
"And you must come back to visit us next summer if you can," she said. "You and Althea get on so well, and I have a feeling that you're good for her. You can help to keep her out of naughty trouble."
And that reminded me. When I had first arrived at Chesterton Manor, Althea had been left at home as punishment for being naughty. I had never found out why. Later, as the train rounded a far bend in the tracks and rumbled into the station, I kissed Althea goodbye on the cheek and asked her why she was being punished on the day of my arrival.
"Mother caught me playing with myself," she said with a wicked grin.
All the way back to London on the train, I thought about her words and wondered why Aunt
Lois would throw us together if she had evidence that Althea was of an age to be sexually aroused. It would seem a dangerous and contributory arrangement. I wondered, but I would never know the truth.